doctor lite

but also like has anyone given thought to like…the casting reveal on Sunday is going to literally change the way we think about DW as a brand for the next few years? This isn’t a decision Steven Moffat is making. We have no idea what Chibnall has in store for the show. We don’t know his stance on tone, on diversity, nor on a female doctor. There’s no way of knowing. With Moffat, there was. Whoever is cast on Sunday, Chibnall will be giving us a statement regarding what his version of the show is. He casts a Kris Marshall, and we know his era is going to be regressive, bland, backwards looking. He Casts a Jodie Whittaker, or a Michaela Coel, or a Sacha Dhawan, or a Hayley Atwell, or a Paapa Essiedu, and we know he’s truly going to push the show in a bold direction. What happens on Sunday is literally make or break situation and I am so nervous.


Behind the Scenes of Blink

Excerpts from Benjamin Cook’s article in DWM 384:

Benjamin Cook: “You had just one day on set with David Tennant. Did he live up to expectations?”

Carey Mulligan:  “You can’t not get on with David, cos he’s so brilliant.  He’s annoyingly nice.  When you’re acting with him, he’s so engaging.  He gives 100% on every single take, whether it’s a wide shot or a close-up.  He makes everything look so easy.  I mean, he does this every single day; we’ve only been doing it for a fortnight.  It’s exhausting, but it’s so much fun, and no one is taking it too seriously.  I mean, we’re not making a Spike Lee film; we’re making Doctor Who.  Yesterday was my favorite day, I think, cos Finn and I were throwing ourselves around on the TARDIS, which is what it’s all about. You get the gig and you’re like, ‘Wow, I get to go in the TARDIS!’ In everyday life, to throw yourself onto the floor is so against your instinct, but here you just do it, without even questioning.  I’ve got bruises all over me today.”

[…]  Finlay Roberson:  “What’s weird is that we’ve only had like half a day with David Tennant.  But you could see from that short time that his personality, his charisma, his smile, and his sense of humour, is just perfectly suited to the show.  He’s fantastic.

[…]  Phil [Collinson] is more worried about the Doctor’s straight-to-camera scenes.  “It’s a lot for David [Tennant] to learn in the middle of a very grueling block,” he says.  This episode will be filmed in tandem with Human Nature and Family of Blood.  “When will he fit it in?”

“In the script, he is actually reading it from an autocue,” Steven points out. “He’s reading a transcript, isn’t he?  Aren’t I nice?”

“He won’t do that, though,” predicts Russell [T. Davies].  “He’ll want to learn it.”

Steven shrugs.  “Tell him it’s method!”

The rest of the behind-the-scenes photosets are available here


Written by @fabulouspotatosister

Fanfiction Contest 2016

It mustn’t catch you.

You’re running. 

What’s going on is really quite simple to explain - there’s a hideous monster chasing you, and you are trying to get away. 

And this monster is very, very fast.

Go faster, go faster, you urge your legs, which are padding on a gravelly surface. It was a bad idea to wear your sneakers, because those shoes are very slippery against gravel. You squeeze your eyes shut for a second, to wipe away the sweat accumulating near your eyes. You are not dying today. Not now, not ever. Not after all you’ve been through.

You grip an alien knife in your hand and it digs into your skin, blood dripping from a cut on your palm. You remember that a communicator is lying somewhere in the dirt, forgotten and lost, all because you yelped and dropped the damn thing. Now you have no idea where you’re going, just bloody following what the Doctor - yes, you are aware that he’s not there with you, just wait - told you before your clammy fingers let go of the walkie-talkie looking rectangle.

You can faintly remember hearing the Doctor calling out for you as you dashed away but could you go back and tell him that it was fine, it was okay? Of course not! You were being chased by something that you really didn’t want to look at, and there’s no time for reassurance in this kind of situation.

You’d be curious about those carved markings on the wall but you don’t have time - you have to get to the Doctor before the beast gets to you.

You can’t stop and cry about it. That’s for later, when you get back to the TARDIS and try to find that swimming pool that’s always offhandedly mentioned. You have a lot of plans for that pool. Maybe some of those plans involve a certain handsome time traveler, but those are thoughts that should be reserved for another day. 

The monster roars and it’s enough to make your heart skip a beat, if it wasn’t already skipping a bunch of well needed beats. The muscles in your feet are aching and your head is pounding, you can’t think, and you just need to run, run as fast as you can. You turn a corner, giving the monster ample time to catch up with you.

Around the bend, you can just see the TARDIS, that daft blue box, exactly where the Doctor said it was, standing tall and vines slowly crawling over it. You’re practically begging your legs to go quicker, because that ugly thing is right at your heels, its claws almost ripping at your shirt. You cry out and pull away, just before a guttural sound tears from its throat and it lunges at you, its sharp, bloodstained fangs biting just inches from your face.

“DOCTOR!” you scream, your throat dry, as the beast jumps at you once more and you cry out again. You’ll need a nice leg massage after this. You’ve probably lost weight. You call for the Doctor once more - you’re almost there, you’re almost there, you -

The TARDIS doors fling open and you dart in, giving you a good chance to take a look at the alien, a lion-like fiend with blue fur and ferocious eyes, before the doors slam shut and you drop to the floor, breathing heavily, vision blurred and tears running down your face.

You’re silently crying and shaking in fear and just desperately wishing that this horrible feeling in your chest would just go away, when a worried-sounding voice interrupts your rest. You suck in a breath and turn to look behind you, where the Doctor seems to be tied to the console with some kind of slithering vine, bursting with flowers.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but… Could you get me out of here?”

He gives you a smile and you’re glad to return it, pushing your tired self off the ground and cutting through the plant. The alien knife glows with a heat that could only be described as searing. The vine hisses while you slice through it, and it’s a pitiful sound, to be honest. You wince as the cut on your hand stings with the heat of the knife, but you keep going until the vines are in a smoking heap on the TARDIS floor. 

All the while, the Doctor’s giving you that look, the look that’s only reserved for people in pain, which does include you. Yes, you think you’re in pain. Running away from an alien that could have killed you at any moment is tiring, and makes your feet very painful. It’s also emotionally taxing, because there’s a lot of screaming and crying in fear. 

God, do you love this. 

It’s exciting, and that’s what you love about it. Considering that your latest adventure was very Doctor-lite, you were more scared than you usually were on trips like this. Being alone is no fun, being alone with a cute guy is kinda fun, but being alone with a killing machine is not fun at all.

“Thank you,” the Doctor says softly, rubbing his arms, and you nod. He stares at you, that puppy-eyed look still on his face (it reminds you off a dog you had as a child), then pulls you into a warm embrace. Yeah, you definitely needed that. He draws soothing circles on your back, the honeyed scent of his skin filling your nose, and you’ve never felt more relaxed. Honestly, the Doctor should have become a masseuse. He has amazing hands.

“Hey, easy now.” He brushes his lips against your ear and you shudder, in a good way. “Blimey, you’re in bad shape.” He pushes you off and holds you by your shoulders. “How about I take you to that pool, eh? I heard you talking about it a while back. You need a break.”

A nice wash and a fresh set of swimwear later, you’re lying face up on the surface of the pool, feeling the water lap against your cheeks and caress your arms. You feel slightly uncomfortable with the Doctor sitting on a lounge chair not far from where you are - you consider yourself lucky that he’s reading a book, not looking at you at all. It’s a tranquil scene, one only imagined by the minds of the most creative. Not saying that you’re not creative, but it’s hard to actually get this scene in real life.

You pinch your nose and push yourself under, watching the water ripple and wave. You haven’t really mastered the art of holding your breath underwater but you try. 

“Oi!” You hear the Doctor call your name and you resurface, paddling towards the edge of the pool, where the spry brunet Time Lord is waiting for you, a wide grin on his face. You wipe the water out of your eyes and rest your head on the rocky surface. “I know where to go next! Come on, come on, let’s go!”

“Where?” you question him, and he shakes his head. What a strange man.

“I’ll tell you later, come on! Wear something warm!” He stands and darts towards the console room. You sigh and pull yourself up, the rocks hurting the cut on your palm, dry yourself with a fuzzy towel (“Cotton from the holy sheep of Kaltesin, they were the softest sheep in that galaxy,” you recalled the Doctor saying to you - it was a gift for your birthday), wrap yourself with same fuzzy towel, and head back to your room in the TARDIS.

The Doctor often called you ‘a very lucky human’ because the TARDIS never or had the mere idea to move your room. Like many of the companions before you, the TARDIS didn’t like you, but she didn’t hate you either. She just doesn’t have a very high regard for you, being a companion, trying to steal her Doctor away and all. In your opinion, she was like the jealous clingy girlfriend, but could you blame her? You’d do the same - and besides, she met him first.

The console room is big and marvelous, two big spinning disks bearing various names in Gallifreyan, previous companions of the Doctor, faint violet light washing over you. The heart of the TARDIS shines a brilliant light blue, and although it was sparse and simple, it still dazzled you. When you had first entered the TARDIS, you’d said that it was beautiful, unlike the usual ‘bigger on the inside’ stuff. That had pleasantly surprised the Doctor, and he had told you that it was good to hear something else for a change, even if it was quite strange.

“Hello!” The Doctor peeks out his head from behind another part of the console. He pulls himself up and straightens his bowtie once again and you wonder why it always gets crooked. What does he do to make it like that? It’s like it perpetually messes itself around so that he can fix it for dramatic effect.

“Hello,” you greet back, slowly making your way to the Doctor, who is now busy inputting coordinates into the TARDIS. “Where are we going next, Space Boy?”

He grins at you, full and infectious that you find yourself smiling as well. “A new galaxy in the year 2960. It’s practically become a giant winter wonderland, and you know winter wonderlands are cool.” He pauses, and then grins wider. “I made a pun! And and accidental one too. I always love those. It’s filled with scientists but that makes it better, right?”

“Right, and that sounds fun.” You cozy up to the Time Lord, shoulders touching and hands linked. “Then what are we waiting for?”

The Doctor excitedly pulls a lever and you look up and see the TARDIS working its magic. The console room begins to shake and you cling to the Doctor’s coat, laughing and whooping all the way. Your heart leaps with anticipation and you give out a yell, adrenaline rushing through your veins like a hurricane. 

You’ve always loved the thrill of travelling through the Time Vortex. It’s always the same, but the new places you and the Doctor visit are always different. It’s like… It’s a bit hard to explain. It’s like being whisked back to your childhood, way way back, like ‘you’re three years old’ way back, and learning how to speak again. Or-

A sudden jerk, and you are flung across the room. You see the Doctor desperately hanging on, calling out your name intermingled with a chorus of ‘no’s. He’s dancing around the console, pushing buttons and pulling levers and typing random strings of Gallifreyan text onto a screen, but all you hear sounds like you’re underwater. Your ears ring and you shakily get back to your feet before falling again. 

Your vision goes blurry and you struggle not to fall unconscious from the pain that’s blossoming in your back. The TARDIS ceases it’s rocking and the Doctor rushes to you, holding your face in his hands while you insist that you’re okay. He helps you to your feet and you almost collapse, your legs like jelly. You pry yourself off him and hold on to a random railing, determined to stay upright.

“I am not having a good day,” you groan. You’re really tired of being injured in some way and you wish you could just relax. “Where did we land?”

The Doctor opens the doors and looks out. You follow and look out as well, seeing a barren, snow-covered landscape with a dark sky. It’s ice for miles and miles, and you see dead bushes peeking out from under the surface. Flakes of snow slowly fall from the heavens. There are no homes, no strange creatures, and definitely no scientists. 

“We landed in the right place, just not in the right time,” the Doctor says, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and pointing it out, scanning the surroundings. “At least no one’s here, coz that would be very bad. I don’t want to ruin your already bad day - I want to make it better.” He smiles and steps out, shoes crunching on the snow. He offers his hand and you take it, the two of you gazing at each other before you step out of the TARDIS as well. 

The Doctor nods at you and you hesitantly snap your fingers, a nervous smile on your face. The TARDIS doors close and your smile grows, the Doctor looking at you with a twinkle in his dusted green eyes before he sweeps you up in one of his famous spinny-hugs. You wonder how he’s able to carry you and you’re about to ask, but then you ignore it, realizing that he’ll probably dismiss it to 'Time Lord strength’, which actually sounds pretty stupid, even though you know it’s true.

“You did it!” he says, his tone akin to a proud parent. He sets you down and you stumble in a dizzy daze. “'Third time’s a charm’, as they always say. I don’t really think three’s a lucky number, certainly wasn’t mine, but I might reconsider.”

You open your mouth to respond with a 'thank you’ or a witty remark, but the Doctor has rushed off, and you assume that he’s gone exploring, before you lay eyes on… something.

It’s a brilliant blue wisp of gas, dancing and swirling around before sprouting a jelly-like proboscis with a light on the end. The Doctor breaks into a grin and whips out his sonic yet again, running circles around the thing and scanning it while you slowly and hesitantly approach the gaseous alien. He places his sonic back inside his long, purple coat and reaches out for the proboscis - it flicks out like a cat’s touch before resting on his forehead. 

You jolt forward in shock as soon as the Doctor’s eyes close, but then you jump back when he opens them and they’re filled with a renewed vigor. He tilts his head to the side and gives the blue wisp and meaningful look.

To your surprise, the blue wisp spins in a circle and solidifies into a facsimile of you, and then a question mark.

The Doctor beckons you over. “Hey! S'alright - look!” He taps his forehead. “Psychic link - they talk without words. Come on, Hemi wants to speak with you. He’s made of hydrogen, that shouldn’t be possible, but he’s here.”

“Hemi?” you querie, tilting your head and walking towards him.

“Yeah, that’s his name,” the Doctor says, grinning at Hemi. “He told me, it’s really cool. Hemi’s lonely, he just wants someone to have a little chit-chat with.”

You gaze at Hemi, and it feels like he’s gazing back, even without eyes. His proboscis flicks out again, and you flinch, but the Doctor looks at you expectantly - you don’t want to disappoint him. Hemi’s proboscis gently lays itself on your forehead, and you suck in a breath. This is gonna be bad.

A flash of white clouds your vision and you instinctively close your eyes, a flood of memories rushing over your mind - they must be the Doctor’s - there’s Rose, Amy, planets, adventure, and of course the pain, the pain that he keeps hidden under a bubbly façade -

Never mind. Not that bad at all, actually. No.

The Doctor faintly calls out your name and you pop open your eyes. Hemi is still staring at you and everything is… clearer, somehow. The Doctor takes your face in his hands and looks you up and down, his eyes like sonic screwdrivers minus the buzzing. You wonder why it buzzes. You know it’s not a weird thing, but it still unnerves you sometimes. 

When your gaze finally meets his, he smiles and pulls you into a hug, which you gladly return. You’d love to stay in a hug for a long time when you hear a tinny voice in the back of your mind say, Um, excuse me? I have something to say.

You stop and the Doctor pulls away from you, then winks at you with a smirk - what a git. You wonder if that’s you thinking it or Hemi thinking it, until you finally come to the conclusion that it’s you and you hope to all the deities in the universe he didn’t hear you. 

Hey, don’t worry. The Doctor can be a massive flirt when he wants to. Hemi. You squint at him and he takes the form of a young woman in a small dress and goofy trainers before dispersing into gas again. What’s the word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and just a tiny bit sexy? She asked that. He replied with his name.

“Can -” You pause and swallow. Can he hear us? The Doctor, I mean.

Hemi swirls around. Nope. 

So, you think, just like private messaging?

Hemi turns into a question mark. What’s that?

Never mind. You glance at the Doctor and he smiles at you again. You’d think you gave him free fish fingers and custard the way he smiles at you all the time. So… Can we share conversations? Me and the Doctor.

No, not yet. Hemi’s voice has gotten higher somehow. He has to give you a psychic link first. So for now, it’s more of a me-you and me-him thing, not me-you-him. He’s a unique one, that Time Lord. Last of his kind, or so he thinks.

He says that quite a lot. The Doctor is frowning at you now. Was Hemi lying? Could the Doctor hear what you were talking about? A shiver runs down your spine. So… What planet is this?

Hemi gives off a soothing aura. I have no idea. It isn’t named, so… I try. I’m not that creative. He changes into a ball, his proboscis swinging around. I wish someone would come over here and name it.

Do you have anyone else with you? Family? You sit down on the snow and Hemi lowers himself, still hovering and a ball. 

Yeah, but they don’t care much for me, so I walk around a bunch. Hemi sighs - or what sound sounds like a sigh. Our kind doesn’t have names. Or a concept of them. I named myself. So they started ignoring me because they didn’t agree with the way I named myself.

I’m sorry, you think, somewhat unhelpfully. Hemi bobs and then forms into a copy of the Doctor. Hemi-Doctor tilts his head to the side and gives you that same meaningful look - and then he dissolves into a flurry of blue with a swinging proboscis. 

You love him, Hemi broadcasts to you. You love him, even though I have no idea what that means. I’ve seen it. It’s such a strong emotion. Hemi shivers, and you stand up. You love him. When will you tell him?

I don’t know. You sigh and shake the dust off your leggings. I don’t know.

“Doctor?” you call, and the Doctor turns to you, his hands clasped behind his back. “Thank you.”

The Doctor’s mouth forms into an astonished 'o’, and then he smiles. 

“You’re very welcome.”

“So what do we name the planet?” you ask, snow falling on your hair and forming a white wreath. The Doctor shrugs. You laugh - of course he’d have no idea how to name the planet. He wasn’t a namer, he was an observer. A very involved observer.

You lay your head on his arm and he wraps his arm around your shoulders. Hemi watches you two and copies you, then disperses out into the dark sky. 

Thank you, you hear Hemi say, and you know that the Doctor can hear it too. I best be going now.

Bye, Hemi.

As you’re walking back to the TARDIS, the Doctor plants a kiss on your forehead. You ponder on Hemi’s words for a second and then smile, albeit a bit nervously. 

Yeah, you love him. You don’t dare to tell him though. He probably doesn’t feel the same way anyway. Probably. Or… well, probably.

You’re already resting on your bed in your room when everything goes dark.

Off to another adventure.

This is really just a cute fic. I am always up for some pining. No, really, pining is my favorite thing, and this is some realistic pining we have here with a very nice, subtle tease at the idea that the pining might be mutual. There were some very minor grammatical and spelling errors, but I once submitted a professional report with the word 'threw’ instead of 'through’, so I understand how that goes. The story might be a bit complicated for an imagine, but we can chalk this up to a whole lot of creativity trying to force itself onto the page. And, yes, this is very creative, and points can be given for the character of “Hemi,” who is both cute and a convincing alien.

My (biased) guide to Big Finish

If you’re a newcomer to Big Finish, it can be confusing and incomprehensible. So many audios, many of which very expensive, make the whole thing rather baffling. So if you want to stick to the very best arcs and storylines when beginning, here are my recommendations. I will only discuss audios that are very good in my eyes (hence the biased part) or vital to their story arcs, because I haven’t listened to everything (who has the time/money?) and don’t feel like typing everything out.

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"Blink" is objectively a terrible episode

And here’s why. Let’s look at the other Doctor-Lite episodes of Davies’ tenure.

“Love and Monsters”, despite its flaws, despite its generally negative reputation, is very much a story about people – it’s about characters with their own traits and relationships and subplots, and despite their ties to The Doctor, the episode is not about him – he figures into a few scenes and has very important influences on the plot, but he’s not the main character or central figure, as it should be for an episode where he figures largely in the background and as a supporting character.

“Turn Left” is all about Donna Noble, a character who’s proven her status over nearly an entire series of the show and a Christmas special. It’s about her ordinary life, her importance to the Doctor, the Doctor’s importance to her, and how she was so significant she could change the course of history with one decision that for most people would have no significant effect on the larger timeline. 

“Blink” is… entirely about The Doctor. One of the central plot devices is a video he’s recorded, and the episode is all about saving him while he’s trapped. The “main character” has no character traits to speak of, no truly meaningful relationships besides to the Doctor and a love interest, and no real personal stake in events – nothing would have been meaningfully different for her life if she’d responded to things by refusing to get involved the moment things started seeming weird or dangerous. She undergoes no character development to speak of. She’s just a pawn to achieve what the Doctor needs to achieve, because the entire episode is his story, not hers. And that’s a really shitty way to handle an episode in which he should, by rights, just be a supporting character.

This also speaks to a larger problem with Moffat’s stories and writing that would become even more pronounced in “Silence in the Library” and “Forest of the Dead”: For Moffat, the Doctor isn’t a character, not in the conventional sense. He’s not the brilliant, heroic, highly capable, but ultimately flawed and very human (even if he’s not human at all) character he is in other’s hands and has been dating all the way back to the First Doctor. He’s a god who’s the center of absolutely everything, always right, and can never fail or falter or make a mistake, and always solves everything with a wave of his hand. He seems to honestly consider the idea of the Doctor being fallible or misguided or in any way actually flawed and interesting a personal affront.

10 Things You May Not Know About ‘Blink’

The first episode in BBC AMERICA’s The Doctor’s Finest selection of Doctor Who episodes airs this Saturday, August 15: the classic 2007 episode “Blink.” Starring David Tennant as the Tenth Doctor and Carey Mulligan as Sally Sparrow, this unusual episode is one of the most popular and critically-acclaimed Doctor Who stories ever made. In advance of the episode showing, here are 10 facts we’ve dug up about it that you may not have heard before:

1. The episode was the third story of the revived Doctor Who to be based on something previously written for spin-off material. After season 1’s “Dalek” had been adapted somewhat loosely from the Big Finish play Jubilee, and “Human Nature” a rather more faithful take on the Seventh Doctor novel of the same name, “Blink” was adapted by Steven Moffat from a short story he’d written for the 2006 Doctor Who Annual book, titled “What I Did On My Summer Holidays, By Sally Sparrow.”

2. Moffat was originally tapped by Russell T. Davies to write the “Daleks in Manhattan” two-parter for season 3, but work commitments elsewhere left him unable to work on that story. As he later explained to Doctor Who Magazine, he then volunteered instead to write that year’s “Doctor-lite” episode to compensate. These stories, shot simultaneously alongside another episode with a secondary crew, barely featured the Doctor and his companion, and were designed to allow for production of 14 episodes per year rather than the original 13.

3. Moffat had actually intended that the Weeping Angels would be the monster in his season 4 story, “Silence in the Library,” but after deciding to adapt the “Sally Sparrow” story, which had no villain in its original form, he decided to repurpose the idea. The Angels were based partly on the childhood game “Statues” and partly on a visit to a graveyard during a family holiday.

To read the rest of the list, check out the Anglophenia article over here

Celebrating New Who 

March 21:
Favourite Episode - Blink

“Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had, all your stolen moments. They’re creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy.”

A bit of an obvious choice, I know, but I remember Blink being the first episode to ever sell me on Doctor Who. It’s such a simple story yet it has element of everything - intrigue, romance, comedy. It somehow, in 42 minutes, perfectly encapsulates what Doctor Who is, while being extremely Doctor-lite at the same time. Sally Sparrow is the perfect once-off companion (can we call her a companion? She doesn’t really meet the Doctor until all the events are over) that is capable of being the Doctor on her own. She’s clever, quick-witted, brave and quietly compassionate. 

Para- Doctor's Visit 11 weeks

Blaine looked over at Kurt lovingly as they walked down the street, still a couple blocks away from his doctor’s office. The last few days had been quite exciting. They had christened Kurt’s room as theirs almost as soon as they got back to the loft. Well almost as soon as they got back. First they took a shower together to get the smell of airplane off of them. Rachel and Santana returned from Ohio yesterday, and since then Rachel had been trying to get him alone with a sad look on her face. It wasn’t that he didn’t know he needed to have a conversation with her, and he felt pretty bad every time he thought of fleeing when she tried to talk to him. He just wanted to enjoy his first week living in New York before tackling roommate problems. Santana had been helpful with distracting Rachel, and she seemed to be rising to the occasion in terms of their friendship. She had turned even more overprotective of him than Sam. He let out a quiet laugh as he remembered how she’d dragged Rachel out of the loft yesterday because ‘gel hobbit needs his sleep to keep the strange creation Lady Hummel fucked into him healthy’. He didn’t really like that she was calling sweet pea a weird creation, but he supposed it was better than some other names she could come up with. Outside of his roommates, Blaine had also been enjoying himself as he explored the city with Kurt. They had done much, but what they’d done felt different now. He wasn’t just visiting Kurt, and taking the subway. Now he was taking the subway because he lived in New York. He wasn’t eating takeout from Kurt’s favorite Thai restaurant because he was a vistor. Now it was just because they hadn’t had the time yet to go out and find their own favorite restaurants together. Blaine snapped himself out of his thoughts as the rounded the corner to the street where his doctor was. He squeezed Kurt hand and shot him a smile. “Ready to see our little baby, sweetheart?” Blaine stopped walking as they reached the front of the building that housed his doctor. Blaine’s face lite up into a excited grin as he told Kurt about their baby in a whisper like it was a secret  "I read that sweet pea has little adorable fingers and toes now!“